This girl was full of surprises, that was for sure.
"What am I then? I just came here, How would I know!"
Caspian blanched, all color draining from his face at the sounds of ... sobbing? The noise of anguish pulled at his heartstrings, made his demeanor change completely. Long gone was his hostility - it was replaced with a blend of terror and the classical look of male confusion, because he had absolutely no idea how to react. It was ironic that a creature who survived through the killing of man was unaccustomed to tears, but he hadn't ever even /heard/ a woman cry before (to his knowledge). By the time he had women drowning under the water with him, tears had gone unnoticed, and their screams of terror were .. well, muffled by the lack of air. Just distorted noises as they twisted around in his arms.
"Wait..." He didn't know what to say, and stayed silent throughout the whole pitiful performance of her trying to make a hasty get away and failing. Caspian winced inwardly at the sight of her crashing against the sand, almost wished he could have... caught her. 'Or perhaps that would have been a terrible idea.' The kelpie boy mused to himself, his eyes falling pointedly on the melting sand where she'd retched. Imagine if he'd gotten any of that on himself? She would have gotten her revenge tenfold.
"Umm...I'm sorry that you're upset...did I make you upset? I didn't mean to...why are you crying?"
Caspian's eyes flared wide. 'He spoke?!' Although he, too, was able to speak in his water horse form, he wasn't willing to do it so openly. And to a human he wasn't about to kill? Was this one absolutely crazy? He could blow Caspian's cover for the next time!
Then again, she wasn't exactly human, was she?
Some guts that horse had. Perhaps it would startle her, to be comforted by a talking horse. But by the sound (and sight, obviously) of it, she probably wouldn't be experienced enough to recognize it was out of the ordinary. Caspian knit his arms against his chest, suddenly very aware that he was the cause of all her distress. 'I woke her up. I pulled her into the ocean; she wasn't that kelpie's intended. I even yelled at her.' He sighed, long and weary, as if getting over his previous anger was somehow exhausting.
Well if even the horse, who had nothing to do with her distress in the first place, was seeking to console her, he might as well. The soft sand welled up around his feet with every step he took towards her, until he was closer towards Keir, but standing directly before her. Falling to one knee, he outstretched a hand to help her up. "Hey. Don't be so sensitive all the time." He cooed, with a voice so soft it betrayed the harshness of his words. Caspian was unfortunate enough to catch the sight of her face, and it damn near broke his heart. He tried harder. "You're too pretty. Crying doesn't suit you. We'll start off on a new foot, agreed? My name is Caspian. What's yours?"
After which (though he was still holding his hand out to her), he tilted his head to regard the black stallion with an arched eyebrow. "Which you might as well answer, too, since you speak so suddenly. Tell me, horse. How'd my jacket taste? Good, I presume, since you took a piece of it with you?" He frowned a bit, not really upset at the loss (since it wasn't his to begin with), but more interested in why he seemed to be prime kelpie bait. Wouldn't a girl knocked out on the beach have been better? Or maybe Caspian was simply appetizing. 'Yes, that's probably it...' He thought while sticking a hot pink tongue out at Keir. "Who are you?"